We All Flee In Hope Of Finding

A Library Is An Adjustable Wrench For Opening The Head.

Keep Thinking. You Can Hear Our Brains Rattling Around Inside Us, Like The Littler Russian Dolls.

I Feel Like It's Hard To Get Into Historical Novels Where You Know What The Story Is Far Too Well.

I Eat Broccoli. I Think About The Plot. I Pace In Circles For Hours, Counter-clockwise, Listening To Music. I Try To Think Of One Detail In The Scene I'm About To Write That I'm Really Excited About Writing. Until I Can Come Up With That One Detail, I Pace.

Older Teens Tend To Write To Me And Say, 'thank You For Not Writing Down To Teenagers.'